"Relax, you're about to go on stage soon. We'll deal with the Music Box issue after we get off," she said. "How does that sound?"
Amid hesitation, Wen Mian's complexion returned to normal.
It seemed that besides this solution, Wen Mian couldn't think of any other way to resolve the issue.
"You wait here for your turn to perform. You absolutely cannot drop the ball today. There's only one hour left before it starts, and not only will musicians from abroad be here, but domestic musicians will come as well."
This was a professional competition.
Only if Wen Mian performed exceptionally well would she gain opportunities for herself.
Wen Mian nodded, her attitude exceedingly clear.
"Good, rest assured," she replied.
Meanwhile.
Pei Zhiyao had just received the invitation to the concert.
The man casually tossed it onto the table.
He seemed disinterested in the concert.
